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Apple Plucked
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Apple Plucked It was that time of year. What was warm weather just five short months ago felt cool in comparison. Shorts were replaced with jeans t-shirts were covered by sweatshirts. Being in the sun enabled the body to soak in the solar heat and enjoy the freedom of just a t-shirt as one tolerated the chilled reminder that hung in the autumn air. He was wearing the sweatshirt she bought him just two christmas’s ago. Declaring his loyalty to his favorite college football team that would be on tv in a few short hours from now. He asked for a large order of her second cup of sanity for the day. He words were repeated back to him and he listened to the speaker squak instructions on pulling around and the amount of payment her sanity to face the world was required. Instant super lady just add two doses of java, cream and sugar. He paid the price and was reward with “Thank you thank you thank you honey” when she wrapped her hands around the hot steaming cup of today is a good day. She simply held the heat of the sun in her hands and let it radiate thru her for several moments till her ability to be functional allowed her to take a sip. He guided the car through the small town streets into a more rural endeavor. From routes, to state routes to simply roads they traveled. Houses becoming spaced further and further apart. Trees and fields were the main occupants they say traveling along side their side windows. Twenty-five minutes of hills and turns let them view the changing countryside. Some trees had started to already wear thier autumn shades and some just looked a lighter shade of green as they fought the impending change that would make the hillsides explode in a palette of colors in the next few weeks. He pulled into the gravel driveway and onto the grass parking lot of their favorite orchard. She had only had made it halfway through her cup of coffee but left it in the car so she would have her hands free to help pick the apples. They made their way to the store front and saw the bags of already picked apples and the assortment of pumpkins and squashes. Smiles and pleasantries were exchanged as he procured a half bushel bucket. She grabbed one of the apple picking tool. Ever since she was a she always thought the tool looked like someone tried to take a long lacrosse stick and turn it into some sort of torture device. He took hold of her hand and they set off down the path. The mid morning sun felt warm on their backs. Something about picking your own apples made her happy made her remember all the times she went with her family. The fresh country air filled their lungs with a sense of calm as well as an extra level of energy. It hadn’t rained in over a week yet still the fragrances of wood, apples, and rain lingered in the air. Made one picture a lazy afternoon sitting on the porch in rocking chairs sometimes talking, sometimes just silently being. She let go of his hand and instead wrapped her arm around his and leaned her head against his shoulder saying thank you as they made their way past the first few rows of trees. Chuckling he responded with a you're welcome but asked why she thanked him. Squeezing his arm a little tighter she simply said. “For this.” He smiled and gently leaned his head down gently touching hers to connect them a bit more. Then kissed the top of her head and simply stated. “My pleasure babydoll. Anything and everything for you.” They continued their journey past little white signs at the end of each row saying words like MacIntosh, Liberty, Red Delicious, Gala, Paulared, Cortland. They were here for one specific type. So they passed by each row. Seeing some trees full of apples others nearly picked bare. A mom trying to corral two laughing and darting in and around all the trees as she pulled a wagon of several baskets behind her. A married couple gave them a smile as they walked past that were on their way back out to pay. Coming to the lil white sign that said Spenser they made their way down the first row. Something about the crispness of Spenser Apples that they both seemed to like. He loved the tanginess of it, and she loved the sweetness. It worked as good in applesauce, as it did an apple pie, as it did just eating it by itself as an afternoon snack. The greens, reds, and browns of the orchard created a tapestry of fall as a backdrop to the day. They started revisiting childhood memories as they pulled down each apple one at a time. He watches her As the air teased and float several rogue strands of her hair. He pulls the camera out of its bag and turns it on. He zooms in and captures the the simply joy that lights her face. Several years together And she is somehow Even more beautiful Than when they met At Sheila's Halloween party. Zooming out to take a wide shot of her amongst the rows of trees. Trying to capture how the sunlight seemed to wrap around the branches and offer perfect lighting, just for her The beautiful lines of shadows cast by the trees helped complete this natural composition. Snapping a few pictures, all similar yet slightly different, he again zoomed in On her. Through that tiny frame, he watched her reach for an apple. The camera showed Her every line, every gorgeous curve. How her body guided one’s eyes where to look. From how the line of her leg rolled up over her firm ass. To the softly sensual nature of her hips stirred one’s thoughts. How her shirt and sweater lifted up just so, exposing just a taste of her skin. It was just a subtle glimpse of that spot just below her belly button that tickled and yet still pleased her. A hidden spot that was both playful and erotic. He loves how she looked in a sundress during the summer. But she looked just as good in those sweaters that sculpted her every curve. She was a thing of beauty. She was an object of desire. She was the most amazing woman he had ever known. He wasn't sure how long he had been standing the holding the camera as he gawked at her when her voice broke thru his blissful adoration. “Get over here and help me” she chuckled. He was half surprised he didn't stumble as he paid more attention to placing the camera back in its case, then he did on where he was going as he made his way back to her. He reached up and one by one gabbed an apple twisted and pulled till it released from the branch. Then into the bucket it went. She would look over at him every so often, and smiled as they picked in the comfort of their silence while the sounds of an orchard just waking to the weekend providing a backdrop. When you see something or someone every day, it was so easy to sometimes forget just how beautiful it or they are. He knew she was beautiful in his eyes, yet watching her have fun was just the reminder he needed to actually see just how beautiful she was to him. Again as she stretches that glimpse of her soft skin ignites a heat in him hotter than the summer sun did. He steps behind her and lets his hand glide over her barely exposed skin. “What do you think you are doing.” Was as statement more than a question. She started to turn to when she his lips found just that spot on her neck. It was reflex that her eyes closed, her shoulders relaxed. The crisp morning air only fueled the heat of his kiss. Pulling her close, his hand under her shirt and against her skin. The warmth of his lips on her skin was accentuated as she took a sharp breath and could just smell the crisp freshness of the chilled autumn air. Her body went slack and the apple in her hand tumbled to the ground rolling several feet before coming to a rest. Her mind wanted to tell him to stop wanted to warn him others may see, yet she was helpless to what she was feeling.. All she could do was feel him close, hear the gentle rustle of the leaves feel lips melt into her neck like butter on toast. His hand sliding up her sweater. Logic reminded her where they were others are around but her body was screaming for his touch. One touch and one kiss and she was his. She huffed a heavy breath as his hand slid over her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. Of their own volition her legs parted slightly as his other hand flowed like a waterfall over her side and hips before sliding between. His touch, gawd his touch was to far away. His lips weren’t enough. She wanted to feel him over every inch of her skin. Her head fell back against his shoulder wanting him to have full access to her neck as her head spun in a cocktail of want, adrenaline and endorphins. She tried to open her eyes and all she saw was specks of pale blue filtering between the lines of brown branches and the red and green splotches of the apples and leafs. Her eyes couldn’t focus she couldn’t breathe deep enough to keep her lungs full of oxygen rather than want. His hand rubbed and teased between her thighs. The flash of heat radiated out from her like a supernova. The whimper her lips released was all he needed to hear. Feeling sorrow the moment his body left hers she tried to catch her bearings. She did register his words of follow me as he took her hand. She was lightheaded and partially drunk on the need for him. She wasn’t sure how she made to the end of the row or down past to the back section that had a thin red ribbon blocking off the rows of trees that were not yet ready to be picked. The made there way down one of those rows. He pulled her close and spun her around disorienting her again as his lips wrestled with hers. Her back found the strength of the tree behind her. His fingers unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. His fingers delved into her panties as his tongue twirled around her tongue. He felt the heat of her in his hand. Feeling the sticky sweet nectar she had waiting for him. She moaned in his kiss As his fingers rubbed her just so and she felt white hot lightning course thru her firing every nerve ending Her cheeks were flush and her nipples weer harder and firmer than the tree she leaned against This isn’t what she expected but so desperately needed. It was Adam’s turn To seduce Eve In the orchard. Two fingers found their way inside her. The motions were fast and frantic Her body welcoming the intimate invasion as the faint sounds of other orchard goers seemed surreal. Her chest strained against his chest and she slowly suffocated in their kiss. They both gasped as his lips regrettably left hers. Two chests heaved in unison the heat of each other's wanton breath scorching each other's face. His eyes never left hers as he brought his fingers towards his mouth Her scent Was all over his fingers. His fingers were covered like he had scooped out the filling of a fresh baked hot apple pie. Watching him bring his fingers towards his mouth for a taste she couldn't stop her mouth from opening wanting a taste too. His lip curled into a smirk as he saw just how in the moment she was despite strangers being well within earshot. I slowly gave a tiny lick, letting her taste dance on his tongue. Her mouth agape, he rubbed some of her onto his lips then let her taste his fingers, before following it with a kiss. They shared In her taste And each other's desires. His fingers found their way back down her body and into her as their lips mashed and devoured each other. Their passion added a musk to the sweet autumn air. He pulled his lips away As they again struggled for breath. His hand were hurried, careful, but not exactly gentle as he yanked up her shirt and sweater. Her nipples were already hard when he peeled down the cups of her bra exposing her breasts. Her skin puckered as the crisp air rushed over her like a dozen strong hands. The heat of his mouth was nearly a shock to her system when it enveloped her nipple. The palm of his hand rocked back and forth grinding against her mound as his fingers dipped into her. Her head fell back as his attention steamrolled over her. She clung to his head cleaving him to her breast. His mouth was unrelenting in its hunger of her, Clinging to him showing her need for him as much as she was holding onto him to ground her so she didn't float away. Opening her eyes as her head spun the sun was like disco lights as it filtered down through the branches and leafs, The heat she felt evaporating off her skin, wrestled with the vigor of the temperate morning air. Her free hand sought additional balance and blindly found the semi smooth texture of a branch. Squeezing it in her hand she drew strength From its hardened state. The pull of his lips Upon her breast Tugged at something Deep inside her. She was completely lost in the moment. The fear of being found was gone all that mattered was the attention and pleasure she was feeling. The audible pop of his lips losing suction seemed louder than it actually was. His fingers left her and it took a moment for the words, turn around, to register. His hands had the flair of a salsa dancer. His hands quickly cradling her hips effortlessly spinning her so she facing away. With brutish force he yanked her jeans and panties down to her ankles. His hand flew straight and true, like a migratory bird finding its way south. as the pins and needles rocketed to the surface of her skin, three more strikes found her exposed ass. Each one eliciting a whimper of pleasure and pain. She felt the heat from her skin wrestling with the cool orchard air. His hand glided over the red spot on her ass cheek like it was brushing away any negative thoughts or feelings.. She could fully see him as she looked over her shoulder but could make out his form shimmying his jeans down. In an instant she felt the tip of him waitting against her like a battering ram at a castle’s keep. Her body was wet and ready. Her soul and mind was swimming in need. Her eyes closed as she felt him pierce her. Feeling the curve of him, of every contour easy into her. Her senses so alive with the world and yet all she knew was him. Feeling every micron of him disappear inside her. He held her hips and and settled once all of him was inside her. There he held himself. No sound. No movement. Just the length of him encased in her. For several agonizing moments she waited for him to move to crash into her to be part of her. Yet there he remain rooted within her. Immovable as the tree they were under. She could feel him throb within her. Dammit he stirred a hunger she now needed to feed. All he could think of as he sunk into her was the warm comfort of a fresh baked apple pie The sweet filling coating heating nourishing a deep hunger in him. She looked back over her shoulder and watched him devote himself to her, to them. The restrained primal lust was the sword’s edge he navigated better than any knight she had ever known. The sensation of feeling him completely inside her filling her made her moan with a sweet ache. The intense pleasure was wants she needed and she needed more. She tried to rock back against him, but his hands anchored in her hips prevented her. “Please” she begged. There he remained silent like the orchard after dark. There he remained rooted in her. The anticipation made it hard for her to breathe. She felt her lungs heave as she sought relief. His hand grabbed her ponytail and he pulled her head back. Her body arched as her hair pulled her scalp. This is the moment she needed. It was a moment that she had to wait a little more for. Her breasts hung free, Her ass still warm from the spanking. Her breath was enough for what she needed. Yet there he remained motionless. Stoic to a fault. The only movement she felt was his throbbing inside her. She broke down and begged. “Fuck me. Please. Pleeeeease. Fuck me.” Her head was yanked back as he used her for leverage as his hips thundered against her. She felt the violent collision over and over again. Her breasts swaying her ass bouncing against him his pelvis slapping clapping against her thighs. Her juices flowing down over him. Down her thighs. She had no idea how loud she may be and she didn’t care in this moment She had his cock she had his heart that’s all that mattered right now. She squeezed him with every thrust as her neck strained in such a delicious way as he pulled her hair. She was getting close. The tide was building. Stopping for just a moment she heard a faint rustle of leaves and a soft snap as the almost ripe apple was pulled from its branch. It was a small apple And he reached in Front of her She opened wide And a delicious Impromptu ball gag Was created. She was ever so thankful he knew her so well, knew she would get loud and be so lost in the moment She would cry out For the whole orchard to hear And then feel the shame And embarrassment For an act that brought both such pleasure This would help her enjoy this beautiful moment with no regrets. Her body swayed with every fervent collision. The sound of the branches, leafs and apples rustling as they shook the tree, drown out the sounds of the world. She felt her scalp straining as her hair pulled back a fraction more. Thunderclap after thunderclap echoed as he pounded his way into her soul. She felt the juice of the apple escape out the side of her mouth and down her chin. Much in the same manner she felt herself coating him. Moments became hours, Minutes became seconds. She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Her teeth sank deeper into the apple as his unrelenting assault bombarded her. Her hand clenched the tree branch as they both tried to hold on. Her moan was muffled by the apple as she let go and felt the flood rush through her and onto him. Feeling her body quake and clamp down on him, was more than he could take and he filled her as she soaked him. He kept thrusting into her as he emptied himself deep inside her, till they could no longer move. He stayed inside her, till he went soft and naturally slid out of her. Pulling up his pants, he pulled out a handkerchief and slide it up one of her thighs. Folding the handkerchief he ran it up her other thigh. Then gently cleaned up her swollen sex. He helped her get dressed. Then he pulled her into an embrace. “Thank you baby” he murmured as he cradled the back of her head with his hand. “We should go finish picking our apples and get home.” And with a sly grin he turned his head so that he whispered in her ear. “I do so love Spenser apples.” He knew from this moment on she would never look at a Spenser apple the same and would remember this day everytime she had one. |
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Like almost all my posts this is a first draft. I am always looking for feedback. Figured a nice autumn story was fitting for this time of years as th leaves are changing color here. Have a great day everyone.
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Wow and WOW. beautiful in his eyes...all I needed to see. Elegant and eloquent as usual my dear. Please read my blog The Sapiophiles Sapiogurl
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glad you liked thank you for always stopping by and leaving a note...now about the hardware store...
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